Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

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For a few blissful minutes, he let go and thrust into her as hard as he could. He had been in a state of near orgasm since she first took hold of his girth. Paradoxically, he felt as though he was far from ejaculating. He was riding a wave of orgasm without any release. All his thoughts of the war, their fight, who she was and what their future would be of caution, of anything but being inside her vanished like quicksilver.

On her face filled his vision.

Her eyes had turned pure black just as he remembered with a silver hue in the center and her silver hair. She was just like he remembered her in his memories, in his dreams where he had tried to touch her so many times but she always vanished before he could kiss her.

But now she was here, under him in reality. her breasts bouncing up and down with each powerful thrust, her small, delicate mouth crying out in bliss. He heard only her, her heartbeat, the way their bodies clapped together, the way the bed squeaked beneath their sex, her high-pitched moans. Rafael drunk her in, gorged on the sight of her. The bond consumed him completely.

Hazel felt that the barrier was broken. She didn’t know how but she could see bits and pieces of so many images that her head throbbed.

She felt so much pain that she wanted to hold her head with both hands crying out loud but the way he was holding her at her place kept her from moving away.

He took out and went all the way in with such force that All thought vanished from her mind.

It was only him, only his girth, only his love that filled her. Hazel waited for him to pull out, to let her breathe, but he remained, grinding his balls into her so deep and with so much force that she had trouble breathing in.

She felt herself losing to another world. A wave of pleasure one after another kept hitting her that she was forced to moan.

He pulled his girth out, leaving strings of saliva covering Hazel’s face. Hazel gasped in a lungful of air in the second before Rafael plunged back into her throat. Again all thought vanished. Only his girth and a desperate need for air. Hazel’s vision began to tunnel.

Rafael pulled out again. He took great heaving breaths.

“Oh my god,” Hazel said.

Rafael looked down into her eyes. Hazel met his gaze. A look of recognition passed between them, reinforced through the open bond in their minds.

“Say you want this, say you want my girth in your hungry little insides,” Rafael said.

“I want,” she stammered, “I want, I want your girth in my hungry little insides.”

Hazel looked away in shame. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Rafael gently turned her face back to him. He knelt down, inches from her now, and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth, and their tongues danced together. It was a deep, passionate, wet kiss, and it drove Hazel mad with desire.

Rafael broke the kiss and began to touch her softly First her legs She reached up and took Rafael’s hand in hers. Lust and desire blazed in her mind. She pulled him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. She positioned his girth right in her labia and looked at him.

His face was clouded with lust. She sat slowly on his girth. Without the restraints and the bed in the way, he somehow got deeper in her. She put her feet to either side of him and squatted, taking him even deeper until she was so full she screamed out.

“God you’re so deep,” Hazel said.

Rafael could only grunt in response.

Rafael let out a long, low moan of ecstasy. Hazel slid up his shaft and sat back down on him. An orgasm-shocking to her because she never had penetrative orgasms-rippled through her body. Still, she rode him. Up and down his girth. Rafael’s hips rose to meet her rhythm. Each time she sat on him, his girth chipped away the last of her resistance, the last of her independence. With the last thrust from Rafael, she lost herself. Hazel gave in completely.

It was fate. It had to be. He was there, in her mind, completely. His desire, his fear, his uncontrolled lust. It fanned the flames of her own desperate need. Hazel wanted, and she wanted only him. She saw that something had changed for Rafael, too, as though her giving in to this had changed the bond for him as well.

Without warning, he sat up, wrapped his arms around her lower back, and pulled her legs around him. His face was just inches from hers now. His breath-sweet and seductive-hot on her cheek.

“Hazel,” Rafael whimpered.

Hazel melted at the sound.

“Rafael,” she replied.

“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming!” Rafael cried out, his eyes never leaving hers.

His warm seed filled her. Her insides clenched in orgasm, holding him deep inside her. His girth pulsated, shooting string after string of come inside her. The bond in their minds became tangible, as though it had always been there. It was permanent, now, Hazel knew.

Hazel grinded her hips into Rafael as he shuddered in orgasm. The seconds felt like an eternity. All she saw was him, his eyes.

Rafael finished shuddering. He kissed her deeply then, passionately, with something resembling love behind it. Hazel returned it hungrily. Rafael cupped her face in his hands, then wound his fingers into the hair at the back of her head as they kissed.

Hazel had no concept of how long they kissed like that. It was long enough for Rafael to go limp and fall out of her, then to grow hard again, his thick shaft slipping into her wet slit. Inside of Hazel was an endless need for his girth. She rolled her hips, sliding along it until he was at her opening again.

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